Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I'm at work, but I have to leave in about an hour to get a line of stitches taken out of my foot. Which is broken. Because it got run over. By my dad. At the airport.

To say that it was the shittiest vacation ever would be like saying I have "a little bit of a weight problem."

Speaking of weight, I did finally get well into the 390s before I left for vacation exactly one month ago from today. Pretty sure it's gone back up though seeing as how literally every meal I've had for the last 30 days has come courtesy of a greasy brown paper bag. You can only eat so many grilled chicken sandwiches before you give up on even trying to be healthy. For three days, I tried eating only grapefruits. Not to diet, just because they were the only thing I wanted. My stomach didn't agree.

It sucks and I'm miserable and my pants are tight which makes me more miserable. And I still can't put weight on the foot. I always knew I was like one significant injury away from starring in my own Discovery Health Channel documentary, so I guess I'm lucky it was just the foot because it could have been WAY worse. Still, 400 pounds and crutches do not mix. That lasted about 40 seconds before I was like "um, look, I can't do this. I'm too big and I have no upper body strength so what are my options?" Turns out my option was this crazy ass gimp scooter called a knee walker. It's super embarrassing and needless to say, I don't try to go anywhere I'm not forced to be with this thing. Even getting from my apartment to my car leaves me all exhausted and outta breath. My advice is to not get a leg/foot injury while being severely out of shape.

So obviously this should be motivating me to really get my health in check. And mentally, it is. But in the actual living breathing sense of life kinda way, I'm too full of excuses right now to get it going. I can't walk or exercise, so that's out. I can't stand long enough to cook up something healthy. And trying to explain to Jeff that our weekly groceries come from three different grocery stores is a lesson in futility. It's a bummer because even the simplest things take forever to do (um, showering...) and everything leaves me super tired. It's annoying, for sure.

Anyway, hmm. I'm gonna try to start blogging regularly again, at least. I honestly don't get to the computer much, and it's too hard to blog on my phone because of fatso fingers double-keying everything. I do have some pictures from home and one of my GROSS Frankenfoot (which you already saw if you follow me on FaceBook, hint hint.), so I'll try to get those posted sometime this week. I miss you guys and it's encouraging reading about everyone getting it into gear for the new year and all. Still can't comment most of your blogs from work, don't know why, but I'm reading, so that's something.

Okay, time to get de-stitchified. Hope it doesn't hurt too much! Adios.

Crutches - a tool of evil. Really, you have to be able to swing from them like a monkey to have them work. I had two knee surgeries when I was given crutches. The first I weighed over 200 lbs. and couldn't move. I found it easier to hop than get on those toothpicks. The second, after my weight loss, I weighed a lot less, like 130 and let me tell you, they are built for 130. I was swinging like on the parallel bars at the Olympics. I don't think my recovery went better but my mobility did.